I’m a superhero, not some horny sex slave, damn it! I tell myself as I wobble on six-inch stilettos behind the Seductress’s leash.
I invented the Platinum Panther armor and helped to found the Libido League! I refuse to get turned on by this lewd predicament! I can feel my nipples tight and desperate for touch. My thighs are already slick with my own lust.
The Seductress must be forcing me to feel this way. Perhaps she embedded a piece of Compliance Jewelry in the tight, leather collar. Maybe there’s a contact aphrodisiac on the inside of this delicious leather singleglove that’s confining my hands and forcing my back to arch just the way… I hear a moan escape my lips before I can finish the rationalization. I am burning with desire.
I don’t want to submit to the Seductress …
… or do I?
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